Missing A Twin

Chapter 7 : Twins reunite

Chapter 7

Friday...

Jeff POV

"Are you positive you're ok?" Nick asked.

"Why do you keep asking me?"

"Because I can tell something's wrong! Why won't you tell me!?"

"Nothing's wrong! Just leave me alone, ok!?"

I got off my bed, and locked myself in the bathroom.

Riker POV

I'm so close. I'm more than half of the way through the day. I just need to make it through lunch, economics, and study hall. And then I get to go home.

I was trying to eat my lunch, but I've had a bad stomachache all day. I get stomachaches every day I go to school now. Rydel says it's from my nerves.

I heard a loud bang from outside, and I jumped. People started laughing at me. I could see out the window it was just the garbage truck. But I felt so sick to my stomach.

I quickly packed up my stuff, and hurried to the bathroom. I locked myself in a stall, and started throwing up. There was barely anything in my stomach to even throw up. Just some water.

After I was finished, I sat down, leaning against the wall. I wrapped my arms around my stomach. It hurts so bad.

The bell rang, and I realized I needed to get to economics class. I stood up, and put my backpack over my shoulders. And I walked to my class.

Jeff POV

"Jeff, open the door."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"That's not a reason."

"Well it's the only reason you're going to get!"

I could hear the lock moving. And Nick got the door open. I was sitting on the floor, looking up at him.

"Come on. Riker made me promise I'd look after you. I just want to help. Please let me."

I stood up, and walked to my bed. My eyes were starting to fill with tears.

"Jeff, come on. What's wrong?" Nick asked, following me.

"I'm tired. I want to take a nap."

"Jeff."

"Please. I just want to sleep, ok?"

Nick sighed.

"Fine... I'll wake you up when it's time to go down for dinner..."

Riker POV

I was sitting cross legged on my chair at my desk. I had one arm tightly around my stomach. And my other hand was writing down notes.

My stomach hurts worse and worse every minute. I don't know if I can make it through class.

"Riker, are you ok?" My teacher asked, walking up next to me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, quietly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

I really don't want to go to the nurse. Mom said I had to make it through yesterday and today, and then I get to go see Jeff. So I just need to make it through this last class. I can skip study hall and just run home if I really need to.